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MadMadamMalfoy · 05-22-2017, 05:38 AM

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Originally Posted by Stefan

From the corridor to the Hospital Wing, River couldn't feel his arms go sore as he carried Gaston in his arms, and ran as fast as he can to get his colleague settled in an empty bed. Relieving the Charms professor of his shoes and socks, River quickly moved to undo Gaston's shirt buttons to let his skin breathe. Once he was done with the initial procedure, River took a step back and took several deep breaths to calm his racing heart. The Healer wasn't too sure as to how long Gaston had been knocked out cold.

Remembering that the man had a very weak pulse, River didn't waste another second to retrieve the correct potions to stabilise his patient. But once he got back to Gaston, the man was tossing and turning in his sleep as if he was possessed. "Merlin's holy socks..." River placed the potions on the nearest bedside table and gently placed his hands on Gaston's arms, and tried to wake him up as calm as possible. "Professor Marchand...wake up...come on now..." River had his grip firmer, determined to pull the man out of his misery, "Gaston? Gaston? Wake up...it's a dream..." See, being calm in these situations was a hard thing to do.

The cruel, mocking voices boomed louder and louder than ever until... they suddenly stopped. Gaston forced himself to look up and saw that the taunting figures were gone. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the worst was over, but little did he know it was only beginning. "It's time for your next session, Gaston," a cold, drawling voice said, and Gaston's blood ran cold. He knew that voice anywhere... even before he saw the balding man in a white coat and eyeglasses looming over him. The same man who singlehandedly made his childhood a living nightmare, Dr. Severin Javert.

"People like you don't belong in this world," Javert said. "You're a bad person. You always have been and always will be until you learn to control your destructive tendencies..." The scene dissolved, and suddenly Gaston found himself in an empty dark room. He tried to move, but his arms were pinned down. Javert has strapped restraints on him! He struggled and fought,
but the restraints just got even tighter. "There's no use fighting, Gaston..."

Gaston's panic-stricken blue eyes snapped open, darting frantically around the room. There was still a voice calling his name, and his arms were still pinned. It took him a moment to adjust to his surroundings and realize that Dr. Javert was gone. There was only the school healer. "River..." he choked out, his voice sounding hoarse and raw. He realized what must've happened and silently berated himself for dragging the healer into his problems. "I'm sorry... No need to worry about me. I'll just be going..."

He tried to stand but immediately wobbled and had to grab hold of the nightstand to steady himself. He sat back on the bed with a resigned sigh.
Obviously he wasn't goig anywhere any time soon...

05-22-2017, 05:38 AM	#4 (permalink)
MadMadamMalfoy Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,149 Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Seventh Year	Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ ❄ Showtunes > Everything ❄ ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Quote: Originally Posted by Stefan From the corridor to the Hospital Wing, River couldn't feel his arms go sore as he carried Gaston in his arms, and ran as fast as he can to get his colleague settled in an empty bed. Relieving the Charms professor of his shoes and socks, River quickly moved to undo Gaston's shirt buttons to let his skin breathe. Once he was done with the initial procedure, River took a step back and took several deep breaths to calm his racing heart. The Healer wasn't too sure as to how long Gaston had been knocked out cold. Remembering that the man had a very weak pulse, River didn't waste another second to retrieve the correct potions to stabilise his patient. But once he got back to Gaston, the man was tossing and turning in his sleep as if he was possessed. "Merlin's holy socks..." River placed the potions on the nearest bedside table and gently placed his hands on Gaston's arms, and tried to wake him up as calm as possible. "Professor Marchand...wake up...come on now..." River had his grip firmer, determined to pull the man out of his misery, "Gaston? Gaston? Wake up...it's a dream..." See, being calm in these situations was a hard thing to do. The cruel, mocking voices boomed louder and louder than ever until... they suddenly stopped. Gaston forced himself to look up and saw that the taunting figures were gone. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the worst was over, but little did he know it was only beginning. "It's time for your next session, Gaston," a cold, drawling voice said, and Gaston's blood ran cold. He knew that voice anywhere... even before he saw the balding man in a white coat and eyeglasses looming over him. The same man who singlehandedly made his childhood a living nightmare, Dr. Severin Javert. "People like you don't belong in this world," Javert said. "You're a bad person. You always have been and always will be until you learn to control your destructive tendencies..." The scene dissolved, and suddenly Gaston found himself in an empty dark room. He tried to move, but his arms were pinned down. Javert has strapped restraints on him! He struggled and fought, but the restraints just got even tighter. "There's no use fighting, Gaston..." Gaston's panic-stricken blue eyes snapped open, darting frantically around the room. There was still a voice calling his name, and his arms were still pinned. It took him a moment to adjust to his surroundings and realize that Dr. Javert was gone. There was only the school healer. "River..." he choked out, his voice sounding hoarse and raw. He realized what must've happened and silently berated himself for dragging the healer into his problems. "I'm sorry... No need to worry about me. I'll just be going..." He tried to stand but immediately wobbled and had to grab hold of the nightstand to steady himself. He sat back on the bed with a resigned sigh. Obviously he wasn't goig anywhere any time soon... __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...